"My God, is this really a town on the battlefield?"
Yang Jian sighed, unable to believe his eyes, because the town he saw was extremely prosperous, and the buildings on the outside alone were comparable to the so-called Jiangnan courtyard on Zuxing. And the more we went to the central area of the town, the more gorgeous the buildings were.
How did such a town be preserved on the edge of the battlefield?
Comparing what I saw before, Yang Jian was speechless.
Yang Jian turned his head and looked at Sun Wukong again, but he saw that he was as speechless as himself.
After being silent for a long time, Yang Jian first smiled bitterly, and then fell silent.
He suddenly felt a sensation of pressure.
Since Yiwu City can be preserved on the side of the battlefield, the best explanation is that the people guarding Yiwu City have the ability to resist the war. You must know that the opponent that person faces is Yuanshi Tianzun! He can achieve this level when facing Yuanshi Tianzun. God knows how strong that person is.
Yang Jian smiled bitterly and said, "It seems that today's battle will not be easy."
Sun Wukong nodded heavily, his face was not good-looking.
He obviously thought of the same thing.
"What do you think?"
When Yang Jian heard Sun Wukong ask himself, he pondered for a moment before saying, "We don't know the depth of Yiwu City. The best way is to lead the snake out of the cave and fight them out of the city. If there is any formation in Yiwu City, it will be very unfavorable to us."
"I understand, leave it to me!"
After saying that, Sun Wukong took the stick and walked straight forward without saying a word.
Yang Jian looked at his back and always felt that this monkey was going to cause a big deal.
When he walked to Yiwu City, seven or eight feet away from Yiwu City, the monkey roared, raised the stick in his hand, and then used all his strength to smash it down! From the speed of the stick attack and the harsh whistling sound, Yang Jian could hear that the monkey's power had increased to the peak of the quasi-saint.
There is only a thread away from the saint.
Of course, Yang Jian knew that this was not the monkey's full strength. He deliberately used the power of the quasi-saint peak, which should only be to attract the saints in Yiwu City.
"Dong!"
It seemed as if someone rang a giant bell. When Sun Wukong's stick hit Yiwu City, more than 1 meter away from Yiwu City, a shield suddenly appeared above Yiwu City. Even if Sun Wukong's terrifying power hit it, it only left ripples on the shield.
The deafening loud noise was naturally made by the shield.
Yang Jian, hiding behind Sun Wukong, hid his figure with a big tree and covered his ears at the same time.
Although he is already the peak of the saint, this kind of sound wave cannot cause him any harm, but when he heard such an exaggerated sound, Yang Jian still felt his ears buzzing, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
At the same time as the loud noise came, the cultivators in Yiwu City should have heard it.
Yang Jian could see two figures rushing out at a very amazing speed.
The moment the two people appeared, there were dense cultivators behind them flying into the sky like locusts and rushed out; Sun Wukong, who had just attacked Yiwu City, saw that the situation was not good, shrank his head and ran away with a stick, and in the blink of an eye, he threw Yang Jian behind him.
Yang Jian was stunned for a moment, looking at Sun Wukong's back as he walked away, speechless.
Didn’t he agree with Yang Jian from the beginning that he would lead the saints in Yiwu City and then work with Yang Jian to kill the other party? Why did the monkey escape like a mouse and a cat before those saints had actually run out?
But now is no longer the time to question Sun Wukong.
Seeing two saints from Yiwu City rushing out and roaring to chase Sun Wukong, Yang Jian just waited for them to rush to him and then took action. His figure moved slightly, and his whole body rushed to one of the saints like an arrow from a string and punched him.
"boom!"
I have to say that this saint's reaction was quite fast. When Yang Jian attacked him, he was shocked and immediately turned to look at Yang Jian and attacked at the same time. If the sneak attacker was another junior saint, it was very likely that he would suffer a great loss under his counterattack.
However, his method was obviously useless to Yang Jian.
Yang Jian took his fist with one hand and kicked the guy in the back.
Under the terrifying lethality of the peak of Saint Yang Jian, the saint immediately fell like a meteorite.
Next to this saint, there was another saint from the extraterritorial demon camp. When he saw his companion being defeated, he was shocked, his eyes stared like copper bells, his chin was slightly opened, and his face was filled with shock.
"How is it possible? A saint will be defeated in an instant? Who are you? Where did you come from?"
Judging from what this guy meant, he obviously didn't think Yang Jian was a person in the fairy world, or he felt that no one in the fairy world would be as powerful as Yang Jian, and he didn't know him. Yang Jian was too lazy to explain to him, so he turned around and attacked him.
"Bang!"
Perhaps because of the attack of his companion, the saint was mentally prepared and crossed his hands to resist.
When Yang Jian hit him, he could clearly feel that his power was removed a lot.
"Hehe, it seems that you are not as powerful as I imagined. Although you can defeat my companion in an instant, you just rely on sneak attacks. If you fight head-on, I can block your attack a little, and I still have the possibility of defeating you."
The saint looked serious and obviously had such an idea.
Yang Jian didn't know what to say about him.
He is just a small primary saint, and Yang Jian is already the peak of the saint. The gap between them is even big enough to be described as a world of difference. Just because he blocked Yang Jian's attack, did he think he could beat Yang Jian?
Who gave him confidence?
The moment the saint smiled, Yang Jian suddenly increased the power in his hand.
"I just said hello to you just now. Do you really think you are that powerful?"
"Bang!"
Yang Jian's fist was already close to the saint. When he suddenly attacked, he hesitated that the range of force was not enough, and his lethality was far inferior to Yang Jian's full strength. But even so, he easily beat the saint to flew backwards.
While landing, he also spit out several mouthfuls of blood.
At this moment, the saint who was knocked down by Yang Jian from the beginning also rushed forward.
The corners of his mouth were covered with blood, his hair was messy, and his face was pale, and he probably was seriously injured. However, he still attacked Yang Jian regardless of everything, and a small square seal the size of a fist appeared in the palm of his right hand, and he sealed it hard at Yang Jian.
"This is my strongest magic weapon. Even if a saint is hit in the middle of the period, he will be seriously injured. Do you think I can win by sneak attacking me? Go and die!"
Yang Jian just felt the power on the small Fang seal and was quite concerned, but after hearing the other party's words, he couldn't help laughing.
Can you seriously injure the mid-stage saint? Can this level of power kill Yang Jian?